Just as Mr. Killer was roaring in his heart, two staff members who were originally under the pyramid walked up.
"What the hell are you doing?" Seeing some staff members coming up, Teacher Shao asked them in a low voice. These staff members were obviously aware of the situation.
"We want to take the first place to the champion's seat." The staff also whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear.
There were many tracking devices surrounding the two people. They moved closer curiously, wanting to hear what the two people were whispering.
"But there is no such thing in my hosting process!" Teacher Killer was a little anxious. As a host, he is most afraid of unexpected things.
Of course there are ranked seats in the process he got, but those seats are under the pyramid. When someone gets the corresponding ranking, the seat will rise from under the pyramid, just like the nine-square grid that just rose - the pyramid under their feet is hollow.
Yes, there's quite a bit of space inside.
The higher the ranking, the closer the seat will be to the top of the tower. Theoretically, the first-place seat is on the floor next to the top of the tower, which is the floor where 0175 and 1868 were standing and waiting just now.
But unexpectedly, the expected seats did not rise up, but the ones for the audience did.
And it seems that there is a high probability that there will be more than one ranked seat in the auditorium. Are these low-status low-class people and noble audience members allowed to sit together?
Moreover, the ranking seats rising from the auditorium are much more gorgeous than those prepared long ago under the pyramid, and are even more gorgeous than the audience's seats.
Teacher Koro frowned. The seats for lower class people are better than those for upper class people. This is simply...
He didn't even know what to say.
At this moment, a staff member had already led 1868 towards the gorgeous seat in the auditorium. The other one was a few steps slower in replying to Teacher Koro: "This is a temporary addition by the organizer this morning, so there is no
Write it into your hosting process.”
After saying this, he turned around and left with 1868 and another staff member.
1868 was confused and didn't know what was going on. He thought a lot in his mind for a moment, and even thought that the referee's abstention was a trap, and that he was going to be taken away and executed - he had no idea about the raised seat in the auditorium.
What is it for?
1868 didn't know what was going to happen, and was extremely scared, so he walked very slowly, trying to prolong the time on the road as much as possible.
A tall and thin staff member next to him saw that his speed was too slow, so he grabbed his arm and took him towards his seat.
That hand had the unique skin color of a superior person, it was extremely pale, and it was particularly conspicuous by 1868's dirty sleeves.
1868 looked at the hand grabbing his arm in flattery.
The superior people never touch them directly, because these inferior people are lowly and dirty, and most of the time the superior people don't even want to get close to them.
Even when participating in the first stage of the program, the superior photographer did not get too close to them, but stood as far away as possible to take pictures.
But now this superior man grabbed his arm directly!
1868 immediately forgot the fear in his heart just now, and stared intently at the hand holding him, with a look of honor on his face, like a child who couldn't restrain his happiness after being praised by the teacher.
The audience in the seats also stared at 1868 and the staff in surprise, with strange expressions.
In their eyes, having physical contact with inferior people is no different than stepping on a piece of shit on the street.
The contestants who were still on the stage also became excited. They craned their necks and looked at 1868's arm that was grabbed by the superior man, with some yearning on their faces.
"They went to that particularly beautiful seat. Are they going to let 1868 sit on it?"
"There is a 1 written on that seat. It should be the seat for the champion. He was the first one to advance. He is indeed the champion."
"Then he will be sitting with the superior people. Doesn't it mean that the champion of the third stage will change his identity and become a superior person? Why is he sitting with the superior people now!"
Green promoted first and stood next to Gu Mian. He also looked at 1868 who was walking towards the championship seat: "I thought there would be some kind of trap. It seems that one party will advance directly if they give up the other. The person who arranged this didn't know.
What's the picture? When I was a host, I designed many levels that looked easy to clear but were actually traps..."
Mr. Green began to recall the past again.
It's a pity that he is no longer the host, but his identity has changed from host to program participant.
When he came to the champion's seat, 1868 finally understood. He looked nervously at the seat in front of him and asked the staff next to him with some stutter: "Is this... mine? Do I want to sit here?"
"Yes." The staff member nodded expressionlessly, "This is the champion's seat, it's yours."
1868 looked at the seats in disbelief, then looked at the auditorium in front, and said uncertainly again: "Is it mine? But...but I'm just a lower-class person, and here...are all upper-class people..."
The more he spoke, the softer his voice became. He saw that the upper class people in the auditorium in front were looking at him with disgust. Fortunately, the champion was seated at the back, in a row alone, so he didn't have to endure the strange looks from the left and right.
"You have successfully advanced to the top ten in the second stage. Now you are a candidate for the upper class. You are completely different from the lower class people on the stage. There is no danger in the third stage. As long as you successfully get the first place, you can become
"Excellent person." The staff member said as he led 1868 to his seat and asked him to sit on it.
His tone of voice had no ups and downs, as if an actor with poor acting skills was reciting his lines expressionlessly.
After hearing this, 1868 sat down in a daze. The feeling in the auditorium was indeed different. The field of vision was so clear and broad that he could see the entire stage at a glance.
Even those amusement rides that originally looked very scary became friendly in his eyes, because he no longer had to experience them, and could even sit in the audience and leisurely watch others struggling to death on them.
I am already a candidate for a superior person. There is no danger in the third stage. As long as I get first place, I can become a real superior person!
I am no longer the same as those people on the stage! I am now sitting in the noble audience!
Thinking of this, he straightened his back and imitated the proud expressions of those superior people, but the imitation was very poor.
The upper class people in the audience were so disgusted that they felt sick to their stomachs when they saw this expression on his face.
At this time, the staff member who took 1868 to the championship seat was walking back. An audience member grabbed him and shouted angrily: "What the hell are you doing on your show? Let a low-level person sit with us? Look at him.
That expression is really disgusting."
The staff ignored him, just took out the clothes he was caught in, and continued walking back.
The audience who caught him was a little annoyed: "Hey, did you hear me?"
The man once again reached out and grabbed the staff member's clothes and pulled the person back. This time he used great force and pulled the person back in one go.
"What kind of attitude do you have? I'm going to file a complaint against you." He said as he looked at the work badges on the chests of the people in front of him. Their names were on the work badges.
"What's your name? Let me see the work badge...Nicholas Lee San?"
who?
The two people were arguing so loudly that 007 and Chu Changge not far away heard it.
As soon as he heard this name, 007 immediately straightened up and subconsciously touched the upper class ID card in his pocket.
That staff member’s name is Nicholas Lee San?
What a coincidence? The name on his ID card is Nicholas Wang Er, Chu Changge’s is Nicholas Zhao Si, and the name on Mingliang’s ID card is Nicholas Zhang Yi.
When she first got these identity cards, she still secretly complained about the Nicholas family, but now there is another Nicholas Li San.
She stared at the two arguing for a while, but couldn't see any clues, then looked at Chu Changge next to her: "Did you hear that person's name?"
Chu Changge nodded.
007 was confused: "What a coincidence. His name is too similar to ours on the ID card. Could it be that he also used the ID card to pretend to be a superior person..."
But that shouldn't be the case. That Li San is a staff member of a variety show. Forget about the audience. Staff members of this variety show don't just act as they please, and there will inevitably be identity checks.
And if this Li San is disguised by someone else, who would it be?
It is impossible for low-class people to get identity cards, and this is not a dungeon, so no players will come in.
Then it can only be an NPC.
But which NPC would have no time to pretend to be a superior person and work here as a staff member!
Look, it’s Gugu who makes his debut with his 2,600-word chapter!